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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Words count: Mama Zen's voodoo challenge


I’m coming there to haunt you
coming to scare you to death.
I’m warning cause I want to
be sure you’re holding your breath.
*
You’ll wait for me to come there:
never know exactly when.
You’ll fear for me to get there,
knowing it will be your end.
*
And then when I get near
you will be the last to know—
getting there from out here
to deliver you your last blow.


Posted for
Mama Zen's Words Count challenge
Artwork: 17th century Persian anatomy drawing from Wikimedia Commons

MZ, herself the very soul of brevity and wit
has asked us to write a voodoo poem in 73 words or less.
I have used 73 words.


20 comments:

Sam Edge said...

this is ultra creepy - like the chant from nightmare on Elm Street - 1,2 freddy's coming for you...

Kay L. Davies said...

Thanks, Sam. I was afraid to see Nightmare on Elm Street, but I'll take "ultra creepy" as a compliment in a voodoo challenge.
K

Susie Clevenger said...

My, my creepy image and words. You have this spell thing down..love it!

Susan said...

Bwahaha. I probably could cast a spell, or at least gather the ingredients in a poem, but I fear its power. I'll wait until I can imagine a way ... wait! I've got an idea!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oy! Great write!

Margaret said...

And this can't help but come true. We all will receive a visit some day:). The question is, do we live in dread? Ha. Love this

Mama Zen said...

This is perfect, Kay! To me, rhyme always works well with creepy.

Kay said...

You have the most incredible imagination. This would cause nightmares.

Jo said...

Oooh - eee, Kay! Very creepy. You're so good with words. Ironically I used the word ZEN in my Word Teaser phone game yesterday and it told me it was wrong! Have a great day. (((Hugs))) Jo

Maggie Grace said...

Just saw a preview for a movie called "You're Next". Have never watched those movies. Am sure whomever you are going after deserves this. Fear is a spell all its own with great power. Wonderful!

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari Om
...and you have captured the essence of Voodoo which is merely to instil the very fear of fate into the subject of focus. In OZ the aboriginals have their own version - called "pointing the bone". Marvellous work Kay! YAM xx

TALON said...

I'm ducking and I'm running, Kay! :) Seriously creepy!

hedgewitch said...

An incantation to raise the neck hairs, Kay. Great rhyme and meter.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ooh, this is a grand and enchanting rhyme, Kay.

Hannah said...

This is perfect paired with the image you found, Kay!! Wow...skin-crawling creepy!

Lolamouse said...

Kay,
Very creepy. Probably because it's true!

Helen said...

Kay, this is inspired poetry ... loved it!!

grapeling said...

nicely spooky, Kay :)

kaykuala said...

And then when I get near
you will be the last to know

Sure is scary Kay, but love it! It gives a twist to the element of challenge and anticipation! Nicely!

Hank

sharplittlepencil.com said...

Oh, Kay, I didn't know you could get this creepy!! Loved seeing this side of you. The fact that you even got it all to rhyme is impressive, espec. considering Mama's word count rules. He's coming to get us all, but why not, you know, slip us a Valium first? (wink) Amy